Phoenix Maplewood That's how the rumors began.

He didn't mind being spoken to like an adult.  He was nearly six months old now; almost as large as the adults but still awkwardly proportioned, and despite his childish demeanor he did in fact carry a full grasp on the English language.  

If he wanted love, he would've sought out Aditya — except, wait.  He couldn't do that anymore, could he?  Cool, he said at her first statement, then he turned to look at her again and took in her words.  Border partrols were something he was used to by now (for the most part), so he didn't take issue with it.  Sometimes he fould cool stuff, like bones or shiny rocks, or places where the trees cleared and he could see the cloud formations in the sky!

I'm 'Tide.  Eventide.  He puffed out his chest until he caught sight of something buried in the leaves.  Half-buried in the dirt was an exceptionally large bone.  He veered from Desdemona's side and barked, before frantically beginning to dig at this new interesting thing.